Three Sentence Fic Roundup: Five Fics
As part of the Three Sentence Ficathon (and incorporating some tv_universe prompts), I wrote five Three Sentence Fics. Four of those in new to me fandoms (Iliad, Wonderland, Being Human, Hobbit).
Sharing here...
Probably not long enough to post on ff.net without being trolled for it, and not much visibility there. But I really love this length story, and there's a few of these I'm pretty proud of, and would like for someone to read and (hopefully) enjoy.
:)
Fandoms:
The Iliad
Alice in Wonderland
Buffy: TVS
Being Human (UK)
The Hobbit (movies)
In legend twined
Iliad, Achilles/Patroclus, through the years (TVU) + Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold (3SF)
At the core of Achilles' wrath, there is an emptiness too deep to contemplate, for Patroclus lies dead.
He pursues his enemy through the embattled lines of war, around Troy's mighty walls, and unto the very gates of Hades' realm, for, even as the arrow pierces his flesh, he has but one desire. Never parted, their names will be in legend twined.
Riddles without answer
Alice in Wonderland, Cheshire Cat/Caterpillar, Addiction + Friends (TVU) + Unseen and unknown (3SF)
Through the clouded haze of hookah smoke, the Caterpillar spies the Cheshire grin of the waning moon and smiles to see it echoed in the face beside him.
With each inhale, questions spindle through him, as sweet as the tingle of tobacco; he has grown addicted to the taste of riddles without answer on his companion's clever tongue. The cat and he are puzzles both, their connection stranger still.
Farewell Tour
Buffy: TVS, Oz/Willow, memories + farewell + song (TVU) + Joy to You Baby (3SF)
With a desperate thread of melody, he drives away the remnants of rage and reaches instead for serenity; he can hear the line in his head even as his fingers shift for the chord.
No matter the wolf inside, Oz will not leave Sunnydale with rage in his heart. He chooses instead to remember the beat of drums at the Bronze, the feel of a hand clasped in friendship on his shoulder, and the soft curve of her smile in the dark.
Silent slide of empty days
Being Human UK, Annie, solo (TVU) + patience is a virtue, until its silence burns you (3SF)
Her death is the beginning of an endless slide of empty days, one into the next.
She flickers, fading to black when the house lies empty, snapping to clarity when someone dares to enter.
Her rage leaves a chill in the air, a forboding that makes trespassers hunch their shoulders in unease, yet it is in the silence of her unheard screams that she finds her greatest fear: she will linger forever, unheard, unseen.
The slip of control
The Hobbit (movies), Thranduil, Legolas, place + weather + tree (TVU) + "What if I touch you and you turn into ashes like everything else?" (3SF)
Beyond the silver green leaves of his sylvan kingdom, pressed beneath the weight of exposed sky in a ruined city, Thranduil feels his son slip from his control.
Legolas is perfection, even in conference with his troublesome captain, even as sky-spit rain spatters against him, for the raw agony of naked sky cannot dull the beauty of his mother's gray blue eyes.
Thranduil would turn him from this place, this path, snatch him back to the safety of trees and forest, but fear stills his tongue; he will not risk his son's final defiance.
Sharing here...
Probably not long enough to post on ff.net without being trolled for it, and not much visibility there. But I really love this length story, and there's a few of these I'm pretty proud of, and would like for someone to read and (hopefully) enjoy.
:)
Fandoms:
The Iliad
Alice in Wonderland
Buffy: TVS
Being Human (UK)
The Hobbit (movies)
In legend twined
Iliad, Achilles/Patroclus, through the years (TVU) + Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold (3SF)
At the core of Achilles' wrath, there is an emptiness too deep to contemplate, for Patroclus lies dead.
He pursues his enemy through the embattled lines of war, around Troy's mighty walls, and unto the very gates of Hades' realm, for, even as the arrow pierces his flesh, he has but one desire. Never parted, their names will be in legend twined.
Riddles without answer
Alice in Wonderland, Cheshire Cat/Caterpillar, Addiction + Friends (TVU) + Unseen and unknown (3SF)
Through the clouded haze of hookah smoke, the Caterpillar spies the Cheshire grin of the waning moon and smiles to see it echoed in the face beside him.
With each inhale, questions spindle through him, as sweet as the tingle of tobacco; he has grown addicted to the taste of riddles without answer on his companion's clever tongue. The cat and he are puzzles both, their connection stranger still.
Farewell Tour
Buffy: TVS, Oz/Willow, memories + farewell + song (TVU) + Joy to You Baby (3SF)
With a desperate thread of melody, he drives away the remnants of rage and reaches instead for serenity; he can hear the line in his head even as his fingers shift for the chord.
No matter the wolf inside, Oz will not leave Sunnydale with rage in his heart. He chooses instead to remember the beat of drums at the Bronze, the feel of a hand clasped in friendship on his shoulder, and the soft curve of her smile in the dark.
Silent slide of empty days
Being Human UK, Annie, solo (TVU) + patience is a virtue, until its silence burns you (3SF)
Her death is the beginning of an endless slide of empty days, one into the next.
She flickers, fading to black when the house lies empty, snapping to clarity when someone dares to enter.
Her rage leaves a chill in the air, a forboding that makes trespassers hunch their shoulders in unease, yet it is in the silence of her unheard screams that she finds her greatest fear: she will linger forever, unheard, unseen.
The slip of control
The Hobbit (movies), Thranduil, Legolas, place + weather + tree (TVU) + "What if I touch you and you turn into ashes like everything else?" (3SF)
Beyond the silver green leaves of his sylvan kingdom, pressed beneath the weight of exposed sky in a ruined city, Thranduil feels his son slip from his control.
Legolas is perfection, even in conference with his troublesome captain, even as sky-spit rain spatters against him, for the raw agony of naked sky cannot dull the beauty of his mother's gray blue eyes.
Thranduil would turn him from this place, this path, snatch him back to the safety of trees and forest, but fear stills his tongue; he will not risk his son's final defiance.